Nicholas D. Wolfwood

[Wolfwood was happy to see the ugly scratch on his forehead was gone, and most of the flexibility of his good shoulder had returned to him. The soreness that would have dragged itself along in the days to come have long since passed, but he's far more annoyed at the sling he was forced to wear on his arm. Immobile. Unable to really carry his Punisher around (and that's just one of those weaknesses, on casual days, isn't it?).

Not to mention, with Milly on him about keeping rested and not getting into anymore trouble—just imagine the finger wagging and the never-ending questions about this and that and do you need new bandages?—he can finally wander out without feeling like a kid sneaking out of a window. But what is this? A few... confused, unfamiliar faces?

New Feather Time. Wonderful. Time to find a spot to sit and crack open that journal of his to check in on everyone. Everyone.]

[Voice//Filtered from Legato]

Sounds like we have some new people falling in. Or swimming in. Or climbing down. At least you don't have to worry about getting stuck waist-deep in desert sand here, now that that's all gone; I showed up there, and let's just say it's a doozy trying to get back to village life.

... But showing up in the middle of the ocean would have been pretty bad, too.

[He rubs his chin.]

Ahhh, shit, has it really been over a year?

[One extra year of living. He's pleased to consider it.]

How many people share a year here with me, huh? Felt pretty short.

Anyway, the name's Wolfwood; if you have any questions, I wouldn't mind answering them. Though I suggest the nice little list in the journal about anything and everything. Now that the draft is behind us, we might just have a moment of peace around here for settling down...

[If you want to run into him any other time, go right ahead. He's at the plaza, but he'll also stop by the weapons shop and walk out with a huge box under one arm. Despite the weight and the old wound on that arm, it's pretty effortless. Don't mind the kitten with the donut-shaped mark over its eye following him. That's just Vash's kitten. :|

He's a creeper like his mother. Can't shake him off.]

((ooc: if you signed up for a kitten (or want one, since there are still a few untaken), there will be an ooc post and an ic post by milly-mun about picking them up from the house! They're all ready to go.))

[Nicholas had been working his best at Eferin, and found slow but gratifying progress. He'd just finished up another attempt at learning and was working on going to visit Vash—perhaps get something to eat before that—as the sun began to set and the sky began to darken. But he wouldn't get to either place he was hoping for; Nick was suddenly taken by the arms, and despite his struggles, the last thing he remembers is the face of something inhuman and the sky rolling up into darkness.

...When Wolfwood finally wakes up later, he finds himself laid in the snow, with the usual white pants and lack of shirt. He's not far from the village though, and even in the dark, he can see it through the trees—strong orange glows. He smiles despite himself, sighing. He definitely can recall the experience with the Malnosso, and the later they decide to take him again, the better.]

Ugh, what...

[What time is it, anyway—looks like the sun just barely teetered out...

Oh, what—his journal's open and rolling, so he turns to it, rubbing his head.]

[Video]

Feels like I've been hit by a truck... but I guess I'm finally back again. What day is it, exactly?

[No, he doesn't remember anything from the past two weeks of being a child. Never fear, though—once someone blabs about it, or he finds that journal entry he'd made while he was small, everything'll start coming back to him, bit by embarrassing/painful bit.

Vash is also somewhere out there, too. Wolfwood'll probably find him soon. Probably in a tree, knowing his luck. -_-

But of course, when he finally gets dressed up in his usual attire, he'll be on the hunt for something good to eat. It feels like he hasn't had a meal all day, man.]